His month in Kangba Left Banner was the month in which Hou Niao had paid the most interest in his entire life. He felt as though even his principal was nearly spent.
This temptress did not even need to rest during a woman's special time of the month, because she always had alternative methods. He had to concede that this was what professional skill and a professional attitude looked like.
He actually began hoping those grassland swordsmen would hurry up and arrive, so he could get some rest. Even the village donkey was not worked this hard.
Fortunately, this time, Heaven heard his plea...
Three men came in all. Without the Daoist Sect's arts for preserving their looks, their approximate ages were apparent at a glance. Two were somewhat younger and one somewhat older, though he probably had not passed a hundred either.
Although the tribespeople of the Golden Bloodline did not cultivate Daoist arts, they practiced swordsmanship and bodily arts, so their lifespans were comparable to those of human cultivators, far beyond those of ordinary mortals.
The two older men frowned as they looked at the pair. This woman from the central plains had been promoting her teachings here for decades, always coming and going alone, without companions. That was why they had treated her courteously: they admired her bold spirit and were unwilling to use force.
Yet this time, they found two people. What did that mean? Had this woman begun summoning helpers?
"Shi Bu. May I ask what this gentleman is called?"
Hou Niao knew what he was thinking. Between cultivators, certain things were tacitly understood, which was why disputes born of misunderstandings were exceedingly rare. To fight to the death over some trivial failure of communication would be to underestimate cultivators' intelligence. They were all the